High School

(Zaytoven)
Let me talk bro
Yeah
G Herbo
I'm post traumatic
And my nigga Zaytoven back out here in the 'Raq with me
It's his third time out here in like thirty days, for real
I told him I just need some gutta shit just goin' all crazy
So that's the wave we been on

Uh, I'm that nigga when I talk the streets be listenin'
I ain't see myself this far 'cause I was riskin' it
Now when I hop out the car I'm always glistenin'
Half my niggas facin' death or unjust imprisonment
I can't trust him if I question his intentions then
You try and kill me why the fuck you in my mentions then? (Pussy)
I completed missions that I coulda been statistics in
Gotta be logistics, all a nigga need is vision man
Why these niggas snitching? Gotta pay for your decisions man
I ain't never quitted how the fuck you think I'm rich again?
Charges ain't acquitted gotta give my lawyer this again
Soon as that shit hit the fan I gave him fifty bands
Saw my first high, man I got excited
Care about too much I might get indicted
Even though I know better, yeah, I'm still like it
Reason why I tell my youngins live righteous
Loyal too much that's like one of my vices
Me, Mally, Deng, bitch, we tight as a vice grip
High speed chases you know how we sliding
Why we need licenses? We dirty and riding
Still out here with my niggas, Kobe and Capo
I'm still in my feelings
I remember pickin' up MACs, yeah, they all fillers
I'm thinkin' vengeance I still got my .38 traffic
"Herbo what happened to you?"
Get the fuck back 'fore I snap it'll happen to you
I ain't like them niggas be rappin' to you
Yeah, I can see you ain't really got no savage in you
Held it all in but that shit really got to you
Save your little money, tell me what do the cash do for you?
Can't see your kid as much, when you need balance that shit really damagin' you (fuck)
I see your careers' well you got some talents in you (I do)
I'ma keep it real though, sound like this rap shit really ain't a challenge to you (it ain't)
Up a million but your hittas ain't got nothing? That's not valid (uh-uh, oh no)
Nigga my baby boy a star but I'm not Khaled (Yoso')
Ayy, niggas wanna pray for my death like SoSo
Meanwhile I was gettin' high in the suite while my girl got on no clothes
Niggas cold hoes, fold like whole clothes
Herbo an old soul, rockin' some rose gold
All of my shows sold, V done closed doors
2015 coulda paid me 10K cash or four bowls

I'm that nigga take a picture
I'm that nigga now really that nigga
Taxes different, seven figures now
Still up on that same shit as before, just a lil' different now
Still will hit 'em I'm just not the one pullin' the trigger now
But nah for real though, gotta make sure our youngins good
Gotta make sure our ladies good, it's time to govern our neighborhoods
Lil' bro stop the drillin', cut all that dumb ass senseless killing
I got us if you willing, fuck drug dealin' we up them millies, uh

Herb is very intelligent and he was a charmer
So he would get in trouble, but he'd smile and say something nice
Or say something that would always make you just say, "Just get away from me"
Yes, he was a dropout
Do we encourage our students to dropout?
No, absolute not
He took his opportunity and he's making it happen